tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17624184831358277632018-03-06T00:47:41.614-08:00Letters to my familyLetters to the ones I love, so we don't forget the most important things, which aren't things at all.LisaAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436140358037471855noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762418483135827763.post-49892615565818881802013-10-16T14:50:00.002-07:002013-10-16T14:57:22.958-07:00Dear DaltonTo my youngest son,<br /><br />It's been a rough few days for us.&nbsp; I write this letter after we had the biggest blow up yet between you and Jordan.&nbsp; It started as a fight over a ball, and ended with your fingers being bent backwards and you slapping Jordan in the face.&nbsp; And one could guess what happened after that.&nbsp; Mike was furious to say the least.&nbsp; We had to leave the house because he felt he couldn't contain his anger.<br /><br />I don't think we need to rehash all the details.&nbsp; We probably both remember them vividly, even if you are reading this years later.<br /><br />So here is what I want to talk about instead.&nbsp; I want you to know I have your back.<br /><br />One of the statements that was said (in a moment of extreme anger) was that you were not welcome to come back to the house since you had hurt Jordan.<br /><br />When Mike said that, there was no question.&nbsp; I was leaving with you.&nbsp; Because we are a family and I have your back.&nbsp; You are my son.&nbsp; You make mistakes.&nbsp; I am your mom.&nbsp; I make mistakes.<br /><br />But like I told Mike, we are a family of second chances.&nbsp; We get do-overs.&nbsp; You are allowed to redeem yourself.<br /><br />Being a pre-teen is hard.&nbsp; Being a pre-teen in a house with another pre-teen of the opposite sex is harder.&nbsp; Being in a household with two middle schoolers who have been thrust into a relationship because their parents are together is just trouble waiting to happen.<br /><br />I am so sorry for the things that were said that hurt you.&nbsp; I am so thankful that you have thick skin and will come back from this without much trouble.<br /><br />You really are a good kid.&nbsp; You push every single limit.&nbsp; You drive me crazy.&nbsp; Yet, I see so much of myself in you.<br /><br />I love your passion and relentless nature.<br />I wish you weren't so passionate and bullheaded all the time.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvtOjT12i1g/Ul8LpEhd-CI/AAAAAAAABF8/XM_xAr0gp0I/s1600/SD533665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvtOjT12i1g/Ul8LpEhd-CI/AAAAAAAABF8/XM_xAr0gp0I/s320/SD533665.JPG" width="240" /></a><br />I love how you live without boundaries.<br />I hate how you live without boundaries.<br /><br />You are smart and charming, which will make you an incredible adult.<br />You are smart and charming, which will make your teen years a mother's nightmare.<br /><br />But above all, you do have a good heart.&nbsp; I have seen it.&nbsp; I know it.&nbsp; I am thankful for it.<br /><br />So I will end this letter with the saying I&nbsp;repeat to you most often...<br /><br />"Dalton, use your powers for good and not evil!"<br /><br />I love you son.&nbsp; Always will.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />MomLisaAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436140358037471855noreply@blogger.com0